Tom, wayward boy, filled money belt
(His father’s promised wealth);
Enjoyed wild living, food and wine.
Pour, o’erflowing cup!
Overspent, now broke – aggro!
‘Look, his hired men eat so well…’
Smarter course was homewards;
‘Oh, my boy! – bring shoes, ring, too!
Now, slice a calf we chose to fatten!’
Deserting friends all gone. Now lad
Rebellious, sinful, growing poor
Is tending pigs (safari?)
Gross slop seems appealing
At once he thought of dear Papa
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